I was going to go away from blogging forever. That's exactly what I believed for 9.7 minutes last month. I was going to regain all the time blogging has cost me and emerge a well-organized, calm, neat woman. So I closed down the blog shop and launched into full-blown "Christmas-is-here-already-and how-can-that-be-since-I'm-not-ready mode." I learned that my absence from blogging did not, in fact, contribute greatly to my organizational needs. Nor did it enhance my time-management skills. Nor did it allow me to sink into deep slumber each night. It did not facilitate my quest to declutter and to update my resume. It did not free my time, my mind, nor my children's great fear that everything they do will be posted.
So what good did my blogging hiatus do?
It taught me that I blog NOT because I am obligated to.
It taught me that I blog NOT because I am trying to keep up with every other blogger.
It taught me that I blog NOT because it's just something to do.
My break taught me that I blog because I absolutely love it.
I love it because it's writing.
I love it because it's reading.
I love it because it's fun.
I love it because you're here, too.
And that last item is the best one of all and the main reason I'm back to stay.